This is a song about "All you need"

You need shoes i need booze

My time with their half-witted reviews

I dont need to rhyme to this beat to say i hate you all the fucking time

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

All you really need to do is just stop

You take what you don't need.

This is the concrete

You take what you don't need.

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Now i’m gonna need all you to pump your fists

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

All you need is a spark two make your mark