This is a song about "Material"

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy