This is a song about "Flat"

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

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

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

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I throw him the axe to to his back down he goes flat thats that

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

In case i get a flat, my flow keeps going,