This is a song about "Flat firl"

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Leave 'em shaken flat out, broken, or breaking..

And this will be the song that we sing

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

And tell me why would we just think about

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

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Murdered you on the flat screen

Bitches pursue me like a dream