This is a song about "Need"

But for some that's all they fucken need,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

Me and my peeps often meet

What is it that you need?

I fucking hate this job

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

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

A mentalist that's what you need.

I need to beat

Ya that's the shit i need

You take what you don't need.

Now it's time to eat

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

No one sees the help i need