This is a song about "Parris island"

Niggas that guided me through

Robben island imprisoned you

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

While everybody got ammunition on deck

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island