This is a song about "Help"

And i ain't frontin for her

Her words will help you recover

Cause i know, there won't always be help

I practiced till that shit made perfect

And i got that bait, they all bad

Gonna help me get that

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

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

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

Life has put her to the test

She's dying sir i need your help

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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