This is a song about "Map"

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

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

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

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

Shit i just want to rap, be noticed by those around me, i wanna put my town on the map,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

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