This is a song about "Need"

Nightmare on any street

What do i really need

Theres no need you dont need the attention

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I would clean and you wouldn't need

I keep my money neat

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

You need shoes i need booze

Used to find dope in his coat

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

And need psychology

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But for some that's all they fucken need,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

From the back seat, back seat

You take what you don't need.