This is a song about "Mat"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Is that why you're flat on the mat rhino

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

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