This is a song about "Map"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

But we will get our gang back on the map

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

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