This is a song about "Celeste is flat"

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

And i'm not about to let my lyrics become flat

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

I see a young teen

Murdered you on the flat screen

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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