This is a song about "Help"

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Sometimes i can't help but wonder

Your itch stick won't help none

I wonder so often

When it's all said and done

Help them recreate their kingdom

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

The truth was i needed some help,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Gonna help me get that

In the house, holla back

All this medication doesn't help shit,

I just wanna be higher than that

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Help us find our inner song