This is a song about "Flat girl"

Not extending it i tell it flat.

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Murdered you on the flat screen

But i wear mine on my head, supreme