This is a song about "Crying for help"

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Can't even count, how many times i prayed for his help,

And this the endso good luck with your career

Yeah thats right scratch and bite me, call for help, show fear

It's astrife in the end fend for yourself. send for help,

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

While writing a respond, ask your mom for help

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

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Hear the children screach for help all they do is call

For my actions i cant help but haters exuse watch me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Silent on the surface but inside they screaming for help