This is a song about "Help"

All this medication doesn't help shit,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Never ever pay rent

She's dying sir i need your help

I practiced till that shit made perfect

But it doesn't work and it doesn't help.

Help them recreate their kingdom

When it's all said and done

Tats out and my hair long

Help us find our inner song

Dense nuggets can help us commence

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

He a message, i'm the runner

Her words will help you recover

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Optimism - wishin' make you too content