This is a song about "Maps"

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

They just wanna dance

Direct shit like google maps

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Know it good when she go no hands

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

New batch to patch, back to making maps

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps