This is a song about "Not flat"

I got a dollar and a dream

Murdered you on the flat screen

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

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

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

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had