This is a song about "Flat gilrl"

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

If i don't make that man there dance

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack