This is a song about "I need a boyfriend"

Every boyfriend my mom dated was a clown

I know a little betty from downtown

I dont need to be a black boy to bust this rhyme or the need

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

I need a remedy to heal the wounds

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I need to get you to a nurse

He lying i’m on papers

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

A shouting match lit the malignant glint in greg’s eyes( her boyfriend)

I was a kid in need of help.

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Babies turn into shooters

Think i need a new purse

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

I need my face on a black card