This is a song about "Flat head"

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Not extending it i tell it flat.

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Basketball, you are flat

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

And you cute, shorty; let's get low