This is a song about "Help yo self"

Yo, yo, yo, hardcore my flow goes,

So while you worry about the hoes

Texting my mama current self

Wish i could shed all these tears

Have to admit i need help

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

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

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

That's aids to the ill

The knowledge of my self still

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Some thing i keep to my self