This is a song about "Topography maps"

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Direct shit like google maps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

New batch to patch, back to making maps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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