This is a song about "Map"

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

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

Every day was a saturday, shit

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

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

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track