This is a song about "Help poors"

Help us find our inner song

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

I ain't trynna be politically correct

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Cause i know, there won't always be help

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

Sometimes i can't help but wonder

I was a kid in need of help.

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Don't need nobody to help

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Help them recreate their kingdom

I don't care what it did to them