This is a song about "Maps"

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

And all she wants is to dance

New batch to patch, back to making maps

He just get her bigger bags

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Direct shit like google maps

She do it with no hands

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,