This is a song about "Small islands"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Tomorrow i think i might go buy a couple of private islands,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

U a small pet me tyrannosaurus- rex

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

So pretentious with no potential

My trademark im small and mental!

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

I head to the islands the tropics,

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Try harder try better try getting those diamonds that stylist those islands