This is a song about "Map"

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

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

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

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

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

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

No need for a road map cause we're paving it

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement