This is a song about "Flat firl"

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Murdered you on the flat screen

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

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

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

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

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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