This is a song about "In need"

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You'll need painkillers and wont move in a while

Aren't you somethin' to admire

In need of fresh bed sheets, my limits are reached

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I need money in a major way

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And i just wanna help some people in some need of assistance,

My pockets got paper on paper

I need to be locked away in a chamber.