This is a song about "Material"

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Used to be family material what happened to that

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

We don't believe you, you need more people

You are inferior to my material.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Filled up with so much material litter, they call me material spiller,

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Too busy with the venereal, ain't got time for your material

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal