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,

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

Rather die making money than live poor and legal

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

You are inferior to my material.

Material, hypocritical dissenter

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

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

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Of real-life material of a different time period

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material