This is a song about "Map"

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Later on the grown up was running the map man

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

I want to feel her in every way

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

But we will get our gang back on the map

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

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

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map