This is a song about "Help"

Sometimes i can't help but wonder

Just so happens mine they prefer

Your itch stick won't help none

And i know that you're open

I can taste the salt from my tears

Dense nuggets can help us commence

Can't even ask for help

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Her words will help you recover

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

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

Gonna help me get that

Bring that shit the fuck back

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help