This is a song about "Whap maps"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Makin' people freak out like the maps are mayan.

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Relapse, collapse, brain maps

Now if you give us a chance

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Leave you lost in this jungle giving none of you maps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Direct shit like google maps