This is a song about "Staten island new york"

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Secret society all we ask is trust

Going to nyc from long island

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.

I travel in a new york minute and keep it movin like pigeons

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust