This is a song about "Pen island"

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

But im still going to grab the pen

This paper to the pen

Hoes row got beans in them

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Magic city tipping them

The paper to the pen.

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

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

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

I'ma ball, kill, then hit the pen