This is a song about "Phone going flat"

Playin with fire is a danger zone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Basketball, you are flat

Ain't even tryna hold back

Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

So i guess you think you grown

A lotta hoes in my phone

Dc, man over money

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Murdered you on the flat screen

For thinking you clean

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

And imma makes sure all four of ya tires are flat,

Not extending it i tell it flat.

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that