This is a song about "Flat"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Murdered you on the flat screen

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing