This is a song about "Flat girls"

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

You just trynna be haters

But got love for them girls

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Not extending it i tell it flat.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino