This is a song about "Need"

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

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

But that's something that i don't need

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

We need mandela , still we need mandela

Translation cause my life is too sweet

A mentalist that's what you need.

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

But i'm not worried

No one sees the help i need

Takes over their artistic need

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed