This is a song about "Flat chested girl"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Not extending it i tell it flat.

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Sneak up on attack

Basketball, you are flat

When i saw your lyrics it put me to sleep your rhymes were flat

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