This is a song about "Help the poor"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

Secret society all we ask is trust

You help me get up off the pavement,

I represent the desperation of the poor

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

And you wonder why poor teens wile and press the metal,

Ok, chief-in on whatever on another level

Poor caveats fell in to the porker's meat melons

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

Prayin for the world, cause i feel like i cant help

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

When i was the one that needed the help

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Trying to talk about the problems, and still i ask for help,