This is a song about "Mat jake"

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

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

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though