This is a song about "Flat gilrl"

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Murdered you on the flat screen

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest