This is a song about "Material"

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

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

Used to be family material what happened to that

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

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

Of real-life material of a different time period

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Too busy with the venereal, ain't got time for your material