This is a song about "Map"

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

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

You're very attractive, and notice that

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

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

Take a nigga off the map prolly leave his ass depressed,

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect