This is a song about "Material"

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

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

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Material, hypocritical dissenter

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Of real-life material of a different time period

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

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

You are inferior to my material.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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

Your whole album's pure nonsense material filler,

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror