This is a song about "Flat"

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Murdered you on the flat screen

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

For thinking you clean

Murdered you on the flat screen

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes