This is a song about "Flat gilrl"

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

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

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

I came up hungry

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

And my only fear's a wedding ring