This is a song about "Flat"

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

If i don't make that man there dance

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Your rap is #mindfucked, your #flat line's stuck, my verse on the mic's like an #assit #burns!

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

When i saw your lyrics it put me to sleep your rhymes were flat

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Or at least inquire similar desires

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack