This is a song about "Material"

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Of real-life material of a different time period

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

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