This is a song about "Door mat"

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Not relying on the light no more

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

Who did it before

// [when you walked through the door]

But we so poor, we got no door,

I ain't happy with the score

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door