This is a song about "Zuchoolu island"

I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Shit nigga i ain't neva been on no island

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

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.

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Robben island imprisoned you

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

Going to nyc from long island