This is a song about "Map"

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

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

Later on the grown up was running the map man

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

They all see my life from a childish position

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

I'mma sign that work and release that

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

But we will get our gang back on the map