This is a song about "Pen island"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

The tragicness of my dragon spit through pen

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

All i need is paper and pen

Hoes row got beans in them

Don't mean to be impatient

My ink pen so racist,

This paper to the pen

Flyer than the rest of them

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

In the heartz of men

Punch the clock, click the pen

If you ever feel alone and

Going to nyc from long island