This is a song about "Map"

Claimin' you throw the most asskickin' flow in the map

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Shit i just want to rap, be noticed by those around me, i wanna put my town on the map,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

? all white but the phantom is all black

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map