This is a song about "Need"

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

You take what you don't need.

I don't know defeat

You take what you don't need.

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

And now that i’m getting money

And need psychology

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

But for some that's all they fucken need,