This is a song about "Map"

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

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

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

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