This is a song about "Need for spped"

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

No need for a tranquilizers.

Speed up, patience, please cause

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

First off congratulations on the win

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

No conscience, no need for resilience

And the v12, that's on various trips

Herbivore, i don't need weed for inspiration

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I thought it'd get better but

Because ya'll need it, for your blood.

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Don’t need to shake my ass for you