This is a song about "Help"

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

She should have invited her

Her words will help you recover

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

Carol city or was it the west

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

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

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

But i just can't help this

Pocket racked up all big faces

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She's dying sir i need your help

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Help us find our inner song