This is a song about "Map"

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

No car key and i mean that

I'm blasting off the map

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

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap