This is a song about "Flat tire"

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

I've got nothin' to worry about

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

She blow me like a tire

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

You're a carpet, i'll lay you flat!

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

And burned inside a bonfire while a tire on his neck

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

I'll slash your tire just cause i enjoy the hiss sound

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around