This is a song about "Need"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Takes over their artistic need

Here nigga on the road

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

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

Down in miami, with a super ho team

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

But that's something that i don't need

A mentalist that's what you need.

From the back seat, back seat

Have no souls indeed

No one sees the help i need

Some people just don't see the need,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

You take what you don't need.

Me and my peeps often meet