This is a song about "Help poors"

Cause i know, there won't always be help

Your new man got my respect

Don't need nobody to help

Hold my tears i tried my best

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Half your body laying on my chest

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Done, instead of ruining life, can't you help?

Carol city or was it the west

She's dying sir i need your help

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

I came in industry without get any help

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help