This is a song about "Phone going flat"

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Basketball, you are flat

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Murdered you on the flat screen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Not extending it i tell it flat.

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

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Out at night mama hit my phone

Gotta handle your own

And don't you bring your camera phone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

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

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