This is a song about "Whap maps"

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

For setting up traps

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

New batch to patch, back to making maps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Direct shit like google maps

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.