This is a song about "Needs"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

He needs one like a homeless needs shelter

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Know you want me to fall

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

Just to let you know, you are

Believe my mom still needs a new car

So i guess you think you grown

Your son's e.t., he needs to go home

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

It's no longer a new jack city

Hip hop needs a transformation, pray for me,