This is a song about "Map test"

Cause u can't pass the fukn test

Carol city or was it the west

Half your body laying on my chest

My friends put me to a real test

Baby all i do is rap

I'm blasting off the map

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

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

Tell me world, did i pass your test?

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map

I know the world been waiting for that

But we will get our gang back on the map

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans