This is a song about "Map"

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

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

All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

Twista finna get up on the track

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'll take a risk and claim the map.