This is a song about "Flats"

We might be back in this baby

I used to live where the flats be,

Drive around and always get the flats, all i can do is pray

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Cruisin around with four flats all the way to fon du lac,

From the cold water flats and the old public housing,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

See i'm goin' from the cold water flats to them straight-up cold flat screens,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets