This is a song about "Flat firl"

Can't win with a passive attack

Basketball, you are flat

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

I try to be the guy, you think about

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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