This is a song about "Map"

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

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

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Like a surgeon ima map out and extract

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Then some lady named billie holiday

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Pop back ya cap, name officially off the map

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat