This is a song about "Material"

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

My dj cuts material....

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

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

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Used to be family material what happened to that

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

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

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal