This is a song about "Material"

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

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

You are inferior to my material.

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

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

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

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

My dj cuts material....

Yeah come holla at your uncle