This is a song about "Flat earth"

You little young-ass motherfuckers

We will disinergrate beneath the earth

Im walking hell, living on earth,

Babies turn into shooters

Murdered you on the flat screen

For thinking you clean

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

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

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

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Not extending it i tell it flat.