This is a song about "Need"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

You need shoes i need booze

Redan road, that’s my street

A mentalist that's what you need.

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Some people just don't see the need,

Some people just don't see the need,

Me and my peeps often meet

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

Let's face it, i can’t replace

We need mandela , still we need mandela

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

But for some that's all they fucken need,

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

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