This is a song about "Flat chest"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Leave 'em shaken flat out, broken, or breaking..

If you ain't about money

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Strap the bomb to my chest

Hold my tears i tried my best

Takes the weights off my chest

Is what i quest

Overflow of dope to your chest

Hold up yea we the best

Could i assert erect with an inverted chest

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

You ain't gon find that

Basketball, you are flat