This is a song about "Material"

Sheets made of egyptian silk material

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

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

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

Stereotypical spiritual, pinnacle of burning material.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

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

Used to be family material what happened to that

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Too busy with the venereal, ain't got time for your material

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

You are inferior to my material.