This is a song about "Flat chest"

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Painful indigestion in my chest

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

No religion, putting 10 bullets in your chest

Could i assert erect with an inverted chest

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

And i put you on the team

Murdered you on the flat screen