This is a song about "Mat sundin"

I'mma sign that work and release that

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that