This is a song about "Material"

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

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

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading 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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Of real-life material of a different time period

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit