This is a song about "Material"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Material objects got me fascinated so i'm tellin' lies,

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Used to be family material what happened to that

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Of real-life material of a different time period

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

You are inferior to my material.

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil