This is a song about "Map"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

But we will get our gang back on the map

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

You're very attractive, and notice that

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

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

? all white but the phantom is all black

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

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

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

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Two times for the chicks with the right bag