This is a song about "Roanoke island"

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Robben island imprisoned you

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

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