This is a song about "Staten island flood"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Who can flood your thought with all the blood he mops

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

Ya’ll gonna suffer flood if i spit on my palm

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

June to september was the period of the flood

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

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

Robben island imprisoned you

Niggas that guided me through