This is a song about "Flat chest girls"

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Carol city or was it the west

I feel a sharp pain in my chest,

You caught me staring at your chest,

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

See i let my nigga split that

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

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

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Murdered you on the flat screen

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

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