This is a song about "Map"

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

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

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Can't win with a passive attack

I'm blasting off the map

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

Snapple fact: you rather wack