This is a song about "Flat tops"

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

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

Basketball, you are flat

Cus if your love was all i had

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars