This is a song about "Mapping"

Mapping the next cut on his arm, he rubs the razor along, it floods.

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I'm mapping out every bout or beef that emcees tout with strategy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

They can't find success, like a foreigner whose mapping