This is a song about "Material"

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

Of real-life material of a different time period

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

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,