This is a song about "Help"

Can't even ask for help

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

The truth was i needed some help,

I came in industry without get any help

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

Done, instead of ruining life, can't you help?

Cause i know, there won't always be help

That happen to act like a black president

Help us find our inner song

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Hold my tears i tried my best

Thats haunting you can help

Ive already tried to get help

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent