This is a song about "Mat rappin"

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,

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

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine