This is a song about "Flat out"

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Im sayin one night my love is like that

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

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

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino