This is a song about "Flat feet"

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Swear i will murk any beat

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

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

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

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Basketball, you are flat

He'll fall down at my feet

Indubitably i'm too street