This is a song about "Help"

Ive already tried to get help

Bout time i got my respect

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

I came in industry without get any help

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

To help stop the flooding

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Dense nuggets can help us commence

I can taste the salt from my tears

That's why i never claimed i was the best

She's dying sir i need your help

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

Then called her dickface, she call the connect

Help them recreate their kingdom

I told him get his 9 and run