This is a song about "Material"

Of real-life material of a different time period

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Used to be family material what happened to that

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

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

You are inferior to my material.

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material