This is a song about "Material"

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

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Material, hypocritical dissenter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

My dj cuts material....

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

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

You are inferior to my material.

Rather die making money than live poor and legal