This is a song about "The marauders map"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Tryna find the one

The bigger the the fun

All of you faggots off the map back to reality its time to rap.

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

No need for a road map cause we're paving it

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

I'm blasting off the map

No car key and i mean that

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map