This is a song about "Flat head"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

I dont fuck a bitch with a flat chest

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Leave 'em shaken flat out, broken, or breaking..

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

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

Murdered you on the flat screen

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean