This is a song about "Tat and toned booties flat"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Murdered you on the flat screen

Parallel on the other side

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

Smooth or sweet toned cause i know that you're slow,

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

He lays the bodies down on flat, as he hacks a limb and ate,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Not extending it i tell it flat.

And you all will respect that

You shoot 16,ima shoot 28 back have your ass layed flat man just read this and pray that

The generational gap with yet another sensational track