This is a song about "Google maps"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Own shit i bet you can make good music without taking it off of google or other

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Sorry, i know that words to big for you, she bout to look that shit up on google

You're gonna need to google my words judging by your verses you lack

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

I often use google chrome

So beat me to the bone

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Wanna know more? then go & do a google search on it