This is a song about "Love needs"

Your son's e.t., he needs to go home

Shit ain’t better alone

He needs help if you catch my drift

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

It needs to be straighter

I get a pen and paper

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Believe my mom still needs a new car

A demonic soul that needs to eat.

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Maybe he needs a little therapy