This is a song about "Material"

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

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Material, hypocritical dissenter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

You are inferior to my material.

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

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

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