This is a song about "Parris island"

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

The boa know they loving the crew

Robben island imprisoned you

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Secret society all we ask is trust

Going to nyc from long island