This is a song about "Material"

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

You are inferior to my material.

Material objects got me fascinated so i'm tellin' lies,

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

My dj cuts material....

As i light one for ill will

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Of real-life material of a different time period

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

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will