This is a song about "Topography maps"

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

But i’m praying in advance

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Direct shit like google maps

You can see with your fans

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks