This is a song about "Flat tops"

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Not extending it i tell it flat.

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

Blood stainin black and white tops

Where would i be without my dogs

Everything about me tops all of them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

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