This is a song about "God help the outcasts"

And get caught, in the moment

God of the underworld stunt

But calls on the world when it needs some help

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

As i lay down on the street,begging for help

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Asking employees to help me at the laundromat

You help me get up off the pavement,

With such an ugly picture in it and

The truth was i needed some help,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Trying to talk about the problems, and still i ask for help,

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject