This is a song about "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

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

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

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

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

But we will get our gang back on the map

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

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