This is a song about "Map"

Take a nigga off the map prolly leave his ass depressed,

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

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

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

But we will get our gang back on the map

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

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap