This is a song about "Material"

You are inferior to my material.

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

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

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Of real-life material of a different time period

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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