This is a song about "Map"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

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

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

Later on the grown up was running the map man

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

But we will get our gang back on the map

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance