This is a song about "Help"

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

She's dying sir i need your help

But i just can't help this

Word go get the bitches

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

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Half your body laying on my chest

I was a kid in need of help.

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Thats haunting you can help

Your itch stick won't help none

Yeah i ain't done

Have to admit i need help

Never ever pay rent

Couple years later they had my brother

Her words will help you recover