This is a song about "Map"

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

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Claimin' you throw the most asskickin' flow in the map

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

The pioneer of the coke rap

I'm blasting off the map

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map