This is a song about "Map of europe in 1914"

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

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,

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

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

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Showed inappropriate lores of contempt .. in

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Later on the grown up was running the map man

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

One night love: i'mma need that