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

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

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

You are inferior to my material.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

Lady at the frank stand will

My dj cuts material....

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts