This is a song about "Rhode island"

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

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

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

My home girl told me i got an issue

Robben island imprisoned you

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

Going to nyc from long island

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

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

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