This is a song about "Parris island"

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Going to nyc from long island

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing