This is a song about "Need"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Takes over their artistic need

But for some that's all they fucken need,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Some people just don't see the need,

Theres no need you dont need the attention

This dark content for those of dark complexion

You take what you don't need.

From the back seat, back seat

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

I don't know defeat

You take what you don't need.

What is it that you need?

Swear i will murk any beat