This is a song about "Flat ball"

Swag never off, all i know is ball

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

I try to be the guy, you think about

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

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

And all she wants is to dance

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap