This is a song about "Need"

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Last of a dying breed

What is it that you need?

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But for some that's all they fucken need,

I’m way harder than the concrete

I would clean and you wouldn't need

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Some people just don't see the need,

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats