This is a song about "Map"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

I'm blasting off the map

I know what you do with that

Later on the grown up was running the map man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray