This is a song about "Maps"

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

If i don't make that man there dance

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

Direct shit like google maps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from