This is a song about "Flat chested girl"

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

I throw him the axe to to his back down he goes flat thats that

The sun rising while you moaning

In case i get a flat, my flow keeps going,