This is a song about "Map skips"

I crash whips when my track skips

And the v12, that's on various trips

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

I know the world been waiting for that

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

At her, she skips second period and runs home but

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

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