This is a song about "Phone going flat"

I'm going in but i hear the phone, your gold ring shone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

You outta gas? do you got a flat?

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Double d's indeed, she is not flat

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Not extending it i tell it flat.

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

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

So i always use a phone

We just want you back at home

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

God mc oh my god you gotta see