This is a song about "Material"

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

To make karma come faster than she normally will

You are inferior to my material.

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Used to be family material what happened to that

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

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

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