This is a song about "Map"

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I'm blasting off the 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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Later on the grown up was running the map man

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

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

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat