This is a song about "Map"

Bet i'm heavy with that

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Later on the grown up was running the map man

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

You, you, you have to pay for that

I'm blasting off the map

All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.

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

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

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