This is a song about "Need it"

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

And even with it you don't have the experience you need

No need for a road map cause we're paving it

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Don't need to beg or think through it.

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Everyone has the need to freeze it

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

See, fuck it, i don't need no one, don't even need a beat to rhyme,

No need to get it polished,

And i'm just being honest

My sins i need to fucking repent it

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit