This is a song about "I need a wee"

The nightstand taught me i need a guidance

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

When my competition ain't much

I need a 17 bra manage

I need a remedy to heal the wounds

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Think i need a new purse

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Go wee-wee in the potie, wipe your ass and flush it

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

She wanna be grown

I need a ring, like a phone

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad