This is a song about "Coverage map"

Know the green always keepin my mind under coverage

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

No need for a road map cause we're paving it

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Later on the grown up was running the map man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it