This is a song about "Material"

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

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Looked for prospects, fascinations with material objects,

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Used to be family material what happened to that

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Shame i'm giving y'all so much material for dissing me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free