This is a song about "Help the poor"

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

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

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

You help me get up off the pavement,

With such an ugly picture in it and

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

I represent the desperation of the poor

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Hold up yea we the best

The truth was i needed some help,

The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

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

It's astrife in the end fend for yourself. send for help,