This is a song about "I need some time"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I need some damn assistance.

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

I practiced till that shit made perfect

I need some advice but you're gone, time for me to shine

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Copping some time to be dropping some rhymes, you need to hide

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

I need re#spect / #tickles 'n' some #human #contacts that

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Make me dumb, i need some orietation and need some vocation and there's no

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Maybe i just need some sleep,