This is a song about "Flat tops"

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

It's all good, finna dog that

Never flat footed, i’m always on my toes

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

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

Everything about me tops all of them

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again