This is a song about "Maps"

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Know it good when she go no hands

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

But i’m praying in advance

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

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

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Direct shit like google maps