This is a song about "Need for spped"

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Talking of the gods you serve

No need for a tranquilizers.

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Prayer ain't what i need, i kill for the green because i need the cream

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Now my dicks got a rash i need you to care for

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I rap supreme no need for dreams

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

I speak not only for the the voiceless and for those in need/