This is a song about "Help"

I came in industry without get any help

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

Have to admit i need help

Half your body laying on my chest

Your new man got my respect

Cause i know, there won't always be help

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

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

Her words will help you recover

And then along came the wrong man for her

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Gonna help me get that