This is a song about "Material"

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

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

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

You are inferior to my material.

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

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

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends