This is a song about "Material"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Used to be family material what happened to that

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

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

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

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

You are inferior to my material.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Of real-life material of a different time period

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal