This is a song about "Need"

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

I need your love like plants need rain,

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

A mentalist that's what you need.

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

My time with their half-witted reviews

You need shoes i need booze

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But for some that's all they fucken need,

Redan road, that’s my street

You take what you don't need.

Takes over their artistic need

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Notepad and green tea, that's all i need

We have so much in common, starting at the feet