There's only a select few that can map this

Matches

Light the cigarillo, set all the trapses

Rapture

Hands on the ratchet while I'm on this cold road

Armadillos digging all around us, burrowing in our souls

Murmuring, keep it low

Know I keep the pole, on me, on me

Cartographers scribing for centuries, got nothing on me, on me

Bartertin' for the business for the chicken, for the mon-ey

Ain't it funny how they got your backs when it's good

The cash buried in the woods, they turn Suge

Firebreathers, I'm a knight with my saber

You ran away from danger, only to end up getting touched by strangers

We not the same sir. Only thing similar between us is we slaves here

Save fear

Deer in headlights, I was never one to stop steering

The difference between us is that I never stopped believing

Can't stop, won't stop, most of y'all is heartthrobs

I do this, I do this for myself

Go to hell