This is a song about "Whap maps"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

Know it good when she go no hands

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

And all she wants is to dance

Direct shit like google maps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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,