This is a song about "Flat"

Murdered you on the flat screen

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Whether i'm a billioanire or flat broke

Not extending it i tell it flat.

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Kids out on the corner cold, bring em in to your heated flat