This is a song about "Material"

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Filled up with so much material litter, they call me material spiller,

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

To make karma come faster than she normally will

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Of real-life material of a different time period

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal