This is a song about "Flat butts"

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

They let me put it in there butts

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Murdered you on the flat screen