This is a song about "Mat sundin"

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

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

Now i'm laying out at the delano though