This is a song about "Flat tops"

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

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

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

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Hostile flow,ripping pathetic individuals,soon on the tops charts i'll glow

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

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split