This is a song about "Need you"

Yeah, you know i need that

Can't win with a passive attack

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

You take what you don't need.

Fuck fame, fuck money

When you need something yummy

Theres no need you dont need the attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I get special attention

I don't need you to win

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

And i need you to dissipate,

Detach you like you need parts

Finish line with the tire marks

You take what you don't need.

I keep my money neat