This is a song about "Flat head"

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

You pay your favorite stripper car note

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks