This is a song about "Map out"

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

And tell me why would we just think about

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

Told you camp lo was my favorite

No need for a road map cause we're paving it

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

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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