This is a song about "Material"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Of real-life material of a different time period

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Too busy with the venereal, ain't got time for your material

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

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