This is a song about "Maps"

Direct shit like google maps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

New batch to patch, back to making maps

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

For setting up traps

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps