This is a song about "Map"

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But we will get our gang back on the map

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Shit i just want to rap, be noticed by those around me, i wanna put my town on the map,

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

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