This is a song about "Material"

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

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

Used to be family material what happened to that

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

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

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

My dj cuts material....

Lady at the frank stand will

You are inferior to my material.

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter