This is a song about "Maps"

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Direct shit like google maps

They just wanna dance

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps