This is a song about "Need"

You take what you don't need.

This is the concrete

What do i really need

The revolution will proceed

What them tippers don't see

And need psychology

Ssc be the friend i need,

From the back seat, back seat

No one sees the help i need

Indubitably i'm too street

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

I know you just doing your job

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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