This is a song about "Material"

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

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

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

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

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

Of real-life material of a different time period

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Used to be family material what happened to that

Cause this album pack enough evil

Sheets made of egyptian silk material