This is a song about "Map"

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

Later on the grown up was running the map man

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

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

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

I'll take a risk and claim the map.