This is a song about "Material"

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Material objects got me fascinated so i'm tellin' lies,

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

Used to be family material what happened to that

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Of real-life material of a different time period

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal