This is a song about "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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

You're very attractive, and notice 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