This is a song about "Flat"

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

Or at least inquire similar desires

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

When i saw your lyrics it put me to sleep your rhymes were flat

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

We're living in a fantasy

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats