This is a song about "Flat girls"

Basketball, you are flat

Wonder if they take it all back

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

Nigga, got a finger on the trigger, girls,

Better yet they work my every nerve

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Murdered you on the flat screen

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes