This is a song about "Help"

She's dying sir i need your help

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Don't need nobody to help

Carol city or was it the west

Her words will help you recover

Ya'll wife and white knight her

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Have to admit i need help

But listen i'm here to help,

Bout time i got my respect

Cause i know, there won't always be help

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Thats haunting you can help

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I was a kid in need of help.

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent