This is a song about "Rode island"

She rode the d like it was a rodeo

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden

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

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on too,

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Going to nyc from long island

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

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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