This is a song about "Material"

You are inferior to my material.

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise