This is a song about "Material"

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Of real-life material of a different time period

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Used to be family material what happened to that

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

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

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams