This is a song about "Help poors"

Go pop some pills or something

To help stop the flooding

Cause i know, there won't always be help

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

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

Your new man got my respect

Can't even ask for help

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Have to admit i need help

All this medication doesn't help shit,

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Sometimes i can't help but wonder