This is a song about "God helping us"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I had the agility to fight and make a no helping me policy

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

Never kind they destroyed my faith in other people, made me blind to any helping hands.

I think about us and this god-forsaken town

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

Know where you stand but you need a helping hand you yelping

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting