This is a song about "Topography maps"

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

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Direct shit like google maps

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

But you don't have a chance

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

New batch to patch, back to making maps