This is a song about "Mat hogarth"

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

Lost my nigga over nothing though

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.