This is a song about "Flat cap"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

Fuck that now trying get the money

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

And he'll touch your knee cap

No car key and i mean that

Murdered you on the flat screen

Exclusives, y'all never seen

But i start to wonder where is your black cap?

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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