This is a song about "Flat girl"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

Murdered you on the flat screen

I see a young teen

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

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

So while you worry about the hoes

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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