This is a song about "I need it"

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Can it be a we, i need the key, to your heart.

Need it when i'm dancing, i need a cash advance

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

I need some sleep, it cant go on like this,

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Or you can do better on some hate shit

So i dont need any management with it

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

And i mean it so need to modify on that

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

When i need it, go grab it, then battle with it and win,