This is a song about "Help poors"

She can't be my mother

Her words will help you recover

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

All this medication doesn't help shit,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Cause i know, there won't always be help

Bout time i got my respect

Ive already tried to get help

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

Hold up yea we the best

She's dying sir i need your help

Don't need nobody to help

Smoking khaled, my weed the best