This is a song about "Mat jake"

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

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

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

I know the world been waiting for that

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make