This is a song about "Material"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

Material, hypocritical dissenter

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Shame i'm giving y'all so much material for dissing me

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Of real-life material of a different time period

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)