This is a song about "Material"

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Of real-life material of a different time period

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Used to be family material what happened to that

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Lady at the frank stand will

My dj cuts material....

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,