This is a song about "Material"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

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

Used to be family material what happened to that

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

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

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

Cause they don't give 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

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

You are inferior to my material.