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

I heard you on the south side, i heard you tryna shoot

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

See, nobody #adores 'we' if it's not me whatever the rap's on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

But we will get our gang back on the map

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Later on the grown up was running the map man

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

Just like this rhyme put me on the reel

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

That you thought would land you on the hip hop map