This is a song about "Material"

Material, hypocritical dissenter

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

My dj cuts material....

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple