This is a song about "Needing love"

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

She's every love song that i love singing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I begged for his survival cause me needing him is vital.

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Needing money he sold his daddy's ring, bold an mean so far from clean

Pocket racked up all big faces

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

All because i can't feel love

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message