This is a song about "Mat rappin"

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

I'm rappin soul in my scriptures, torah,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Back when kids used to say "nigga, i'm rappin', hip-hop rules!"//

White boy rappin' not an impossibility

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

To hear the rebel rappin'

She all on my skin