This is a song about "Map"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And i got 'em every day, every day

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap