This is a song about "Help"

I was a kid in need of help.

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Can't even ask for help

Bout time i got my respect

That's why i never claimed i was the best

The truth was i needed some help,

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Your new man got my respect

Cause i know, there won't always be help

Got hu women frostburg women

Your itch stick won't help none

Don't need nobody to help

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect