This is a song about "Flat head"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Mad strict sub par rap skits i'm the ruler by far bars mention flat bids..

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

In case i get a flat, my flow keeps going,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Murdered you on the flat screen

It's roc nation, this my team

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back