This is a song about "Help"

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I was a kid in need of help.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Of impactful things one can ask for

Sometimes i can't help but wonder

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

The truth was i needed some help,

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

Her words will help you recover

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Cause i know, there won't always be help

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest