This is a song about "Help me"

Gonna help me get that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You know help me find my way

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Just to help me survive, or to help me stay fly

Are gonna help me get ahead

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Also i've got white skin, fuck, i thought it'd help me,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

I see you d-12, and thanks, but me need no help

What's uplet's ride on them stupid bitches right now

But god is there to catch me and help me through somehow