This is a song about "Aboy who needs aslap"

Well my lifes a question that needs answering,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

But oddly, you're the one who needs to take your own, advice

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

You as fake as fake needs to know.

Preaching to the choir though

It's how we put it there

My conduct needs repair

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

And she deserves a guy who can meet her needs and in between

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

That needs blood to suck on...like aliens

He needs one like a homeless needs shelter

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure