This is a song about "Flat chest girls"

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Could i assert erect with an inverted chest

I do my best, puff out my chest, just like the girls with no breast,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

In the house, holla back

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

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

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

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

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

Where you belong with your family

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

Never ever pay rent

Takes the weights off my chest