This is a song about "Goigle maps"

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Direct shit like google maps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Switch swag on you little dick fags