This is a song about "Material"

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

We don't believe you, you need more people

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Material, hypocritical dissenter

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

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

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

You are inferior to my material.

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

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material