This is a song about "Material"

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Cause this album pack enough evil

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

You are inferior to my material.

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

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