This is a song about "I need you really badly baby"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Im calming down and having a rage that i really fucking need

Baby your my dream come true i really want

And my bank account look just like a phone card

I asked you out and you said "yes baby"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's obvious i'm crazy

And you know i love you baby

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Publicity my enemy and the one thing i really need

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

You wannabe's really need to get under cover/

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Baby your my dream come true i really want

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I dont really suck, just need some improvement.