This is a song about "Mat g sucks"

I just wanna be higher than that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Go and diss me you're history missing g

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

And i can't help but stare, cause

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

For all you that say my grammar sucks

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

On hip hop and grime my g,