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

Intxicated rebellion gonna bust a bottle over your head bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Penicilin heals all wounds/ a flat earth turned spherical

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

Trying to give them light and a message

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

When i saw your lyrics it put me to sleep your rhymes were flat

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i think your sick

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Lemme spend a penny on your bitch