This is a song about "Map"

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

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

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

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I'll take a risk and claim the map.

But that's a way of survival, how they map their peace plans,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

But we will get our gang back on the map

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap