This is a song about "Material"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

You are inferior to my material.

We don't believe you, you need more people

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

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Used to be family material what happened to that

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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