This is a song about "Flat tops"

Now i gotta exit after you

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

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

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Leave 'em shaken flat out, broken, or breaking..

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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