This is a song about "Celeste is flat"

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

In case i get a flat, my flow keeps going,

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

I throw him the axe to to his back down he goes flat thats that

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back