This is a song about "Flat tops"

Than the muse of a family

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Persuasing so amazing, it's amazing

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

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Everything about me tops all of them

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

The real muscle in the message of that

Come see real niggas on my team

Murdered you on the flat screen