This is a song about "Flat girls"

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Not extending it i tell it flat.

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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