This is a song about "Yoga mat"

So raised like i'm doing yoga, kilo of something is what i take.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

I'll put you in a coma shoot you in yoga you drink dicks like cola...

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done