This is a song about "Flat head"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Murdered you on the flat screen

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Cause some of you bitches funny

When i saw your lyrics it put me to sleep your rhymes were flat

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

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

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap