This is a song about "Flat tops"

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Baby heading down a cloud

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I work hard for everything i get

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Everything about me tops all of them

Blood stainin black and white tops

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit