This is a song about "Riker s island"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Going to nyc from long island

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

With those crazy ass people at the county building

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing