This is a song about "Getting help"

She's dying sir i need your help

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Done, instead of ruining life, can't you help?

Have to admit i need help

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

But it doesn't work and it doesn't help.

Hold up yea we the best

Help us find our inner song

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

Hold my tears i tried my best

Thats haunting you can help