This is a song about "Flat madison"

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I throw him the axe to to his back down he goes flat thats that

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

People love hodgy i hate you though

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Fuck that now trying get the money

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little