This is a song about "Google maps"

The height of my high is equal to the ground from the eyes of an eagle

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

Google it if you don't know the meaning of it

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

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

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

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

I often use google chrome

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone