This is a song about "Material"

My dj cuts material....

The root of all evil

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You are inferior to my material.

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Sheets made of egyptian silk 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,

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

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal