This is a song about "Map"

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

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

Skipping across the map on my early expedition

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map

I'm blasting off the map

You, you, you have to pay for that

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

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

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.

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Later on the grown up was running the map man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang