This is a song about "Flat butt"

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Then got high from butt plugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Murdered you on the flat screen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that