This is a song about "Yoga mat"

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

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