This is a song about "We tryna rap put pv on the map follow me on the twitta app"

I'm blasting off the map

The door crack, niggas all black

I put the rap game on jakarta.

Coroners comfort your mama

All the time we invested on my bedspread tryna invent

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Eat the shit rap feeds me then regurgitate it on you critics,

Why'd you put the blame on me?

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

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