This is a song about "Map"

No need for a road map cause we're paving it

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

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

Later on the grown up was running the map man

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap