This is a song about "Help"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Have to admit i need help

All this medication doesn't help shit,

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Don't need nobody to help

Life has put her to the test

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Cause i know, there won't always be help

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Help us find our inner song

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Ive already tried to get help

Ross and folarin, couple women

Help them recreate their kingdom