This is a song about "Flat girl"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Murdered you on the flat screen

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Murdered you on the flat screen

You ain't never seen

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance