This is a song about "Flat butt"

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

For thinking you clean

Murdered you on the flat screen

Murdered you on the flat screen

I'm the head coach of the team

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Who da fuck do this too my fucking butt?

Without your love it's cold as fuck