This is a song about "Map"

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

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

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Later on the grown up was running the map man

But we will get our gang back on the map

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that