This is a song about "Help"

Half your body laying on my chest

Have to admit i need help

Life has put her to the test

Can't even ask for help

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Help us find our inner song

Niggas talk with limited service

But i just can't help this

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

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

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