This is a song about "Material"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You are inferior to my material.

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

Of real-life material of a different time period

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

With material that rocks, killing a million stages (x2)

My dj cuts material....

Yeah come holla at your uncle