This is a song about "Material"

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Of real-life material of a different time period

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Used to be family material what happened to that

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

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

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