This is a song about "Need em"

Things come and they go theres no need to miss em

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

So take the stage just show me what you got

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Spitting the venom while shitting within em, until they soul need a enema

But i'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in america

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

The teens need a new idol, ill tell em to admire this.

Zero options to choose

You need shoes i need booze

Well screw you, and fuck 'em too, i don't need no one, not even you "boo"

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

Pick em' up and knock em' down

The baddest in town

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them//

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again