This is a song about "Map"

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

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

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

Later on the grown up was running the map man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

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

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap