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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

I put your bitch in the bed than we fucking on your door

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

We gotta put up with the shit life gives, carry on like soldiers/

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Later on the grown up was running the map man

So just put the fucking lotion on or set me off

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

All the time we invested on my bedspread tryna invent