This is a song about "Flat chested women"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Murdered you on the flat screen

I aint afraid to hit women

So now she picks up the gun

It ain't where i been

I don't need fallen women

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

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

It's all good, finna dog that

And they only talk about women

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen