This is a song about "Flat butts"

I'm the head coach of the team

Murdered you on the flat screen

And you all will respect that

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

When i saw your lyrics it put me to sleep your rhymes were flat

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

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Not extending it i tell it flat.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical