This is a song about "Material"

You are inferior to my material.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Too busy with the venereal, ain't got time for your material

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

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

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money