This is a song about "Map"

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

But we will get our gang back on the 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

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack