This is a song about "Help"

When we not in summer

Her words will help you recover

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Your new man got my respect

Help us find our inner song

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

The truth was i needed some help,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Help them recreate their kingdom

Two reflections into one

Me and you just need to talk a bit

All this medication doesn't help shit,

Cause i know, there won't always be help

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Don't need nobody to help

Hold up yea we the best