This is a song about "Map"

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

But we will get our gang back on the map

Later on the grown up was running the map man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Double m-g not to mention we got that

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

But that's a way of survival, how they map their peace plans,

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that