This is a song about "Zuchoolu island"

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Going to nyc from long island

What's the cause of this excitement

And put wack rappers on a island with a chain to the neck

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

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

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

Robben island imprisoned you

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face