This is a song about "Material"

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Material, hypocritical dissenter

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

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

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

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

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