This is a song about "Your a flat boobed bitch"

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Your lines are all slurred bitch, fly as a robin bird bitch

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Lemme spend a penny on your bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Shit with our whole family

And she stripping, go to college

Your not a thug but your a bitch

If you aint down for your niggas, then you a real bitch.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Play your card right and won't die a fake bitch.