This is a song about "Need"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

I need your love like plants need rain,

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Theres no need you dont need the attention

Takes over their artistic need

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Me and my peeps often meet

A mentalist that's what you need.

I would clean and you wouldn't need

Yeah i know we never got to meet

You take what you don't need.

I said i got my ass beat

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Don't need to drink, don't need to smoke,

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways