This is a song about "Stone island"

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Victims name engraved on marble stone

Robben island imprisoned you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Now all i am is alone

Clack, clack, clack, like bullets hitting stone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

But i am known to be blown, like a clone or a drone made of stone

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Residin in brooklyn and long island//

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I got some sinners to collect, their fates are carved in stone.