This is a song about "Map"

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

I don't know why i'm even on this track

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

And truthfully girl you really make my day

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

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

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

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Skipping across the map on my early expedition