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,

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

Material, hypocritical dissenter

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Of real-life material of a different time period

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

My dj cuts material....

Yeah come holla at your uncle

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,