This is a song about "Map"

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

But we will get our gang back on the map

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap