This is a song about "Material"

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

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

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

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

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

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

You are inferior to my material.

Used to be family material what happened to that

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Filled up with so much material litter, they call me material spiller,