This is a song about "Need"

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

A mentalist that's what you need.

Some people just don't see the need,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

You take what you don't need.

But for some that's all they fucken need,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Theres no need you dont need the attention

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

Some people just don't see the need,

Speaking of need, i need to go spark up the green

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

You need shoes i need booze

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes