This is a song about "Need"

This is the concrete

What do i really need

But for some that's all they fucken need,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

From the back seat, back seat

Some people just don't see the need,

You take what you don't need.

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

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

But for some that's all they fucken need,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

We need mandela , still we need mandela