This is a song about "Flat butt"

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Murdered you on the flat screen

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Next thing i know is, theres a gaping hole in my butt,

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

I prefer your applause without a handout

I know what you do with that

Not extending it i tell it flat.