This is a song about "Mat faggot"

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I rap just to pass time mat ta fact i used to sell records for a dime,

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Enjoy your carrot as you stuck it up your ass, fuckin faggot

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,