This is a song about "Parris island"

Robben island imprisoned you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

With such an ugly picture in it and

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Going to nyc from long island