This is a song about "Map"

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

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

Claimin' you throw the most asskickin' flow in the map

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray