This is a song about "Flat ball"

These joints here not found at the mall

Staring at the crystal ball

I salute you like cinderella at the ball.

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

One night love: i'mma need that

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