This is a song about "Maps"

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

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Direct shit like google maps

Know it good when she go no hands

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

She never ready to go so she forever come

Living out of bags

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats