This is a song about "Map out"

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

But we will get our gang back on the map

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Out of mind out of sight

Time ain't on her side

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

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

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

Or know what its about

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

All up under the covers day

Get up out out my way