This is a song about "Plastic material"

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

You are inferior to my material.

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Are they made outta plastic?

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

My disavowed rhyme book, now just reading material

Bombastic, snap back like elastic, you're too plastic,

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

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

I regret some shit i did

These rappers are plastic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic