This is a song about "Cryin for help kid"

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Hear the children screach for help all they do is call

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

For all the mischief you did but kid

While writing a respond, ask your mom for help

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

A tolerance is built for most folks but not the coppers kid

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

Prayin for the world, cause i feel like i cant help

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Silent on the surface but inside they screaming for help

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Haven't you heard the cries, for help