This is a song about "Need y"

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

You need shoes i need booze

Zero options to choose

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

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.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair

We need mandela , still we need mandela

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah