This is a song about "Flat tops"

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Basketball, you are flat

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Not extending it i tell it flat.

It's all good, finna dog that

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

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

Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion