This is a song about "Aboy who needs aslap"

This crazy shit needs to stop,

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Therefore we soon will have more needs

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Everyone needs something to chase

This crazy shit needs to stop,

I gotta know if it's real or not

But who needs a heart anymore when you can rest in shore that it'll only be broken

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,