This is a song about "Help"

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Don't need nobody to help

Damn, i ain't trying to disrespect

Can't even ask for help

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

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Your itch stick won't help none

We have nothing in common

Have to admit i need help

Hold up yea we the best

Cause i know, there won't always be help

That happen to act like a black president