This is a song about "What maps"

Or confession shredded skin thats what

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Lately i've been drawing some safety maps

And what you see is what you get

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

New batch to patch, back to making maps

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

To what ifs and what nots

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Outcast is what i am and what

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck