This is a song about "Map"

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Later on the grown up was running the map man

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

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

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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