This is a song about "Material"

Of real-life material of a different time period

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

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

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

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material