This is a song about "Maps"

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Direct shit like google maps

For setting up traps

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs