This is a song about "The marauders map"

And i know that you're open

The bigger the the fun

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Just a little nigga

I bring the heat like the

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

On the map, filthy see my name on her back

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Not sure which way to turn i need a map

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

You'll fall off the map like nostradamus predicted it