This is a song about "Flat butts"

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

Because there ain't no coming back from that

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

Not extending it i tell it flat.

And i got that bait, they all bad

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

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

The street slang i be speakin in code

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke