This is a song about "Money island"

I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Where would i be without my dogs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

That i have all the money

We're living in a fantasy