This is a song about "Need y"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

You need shoes i need booze

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

While all those ships go tips(y)

We need mandela , still we need mandela

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

You think you're funny, y a sarcastic,but i'm a beast, i'm a mummy stopping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring