This is a song about "Help"

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

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Hold up yea we the best

Thats haunting you can help

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

I was a kid in need of help.

Dense nuggets can help us commence

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

She's dying sir i need your help

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Her words will help you recover

The door crack, niggas all black

Gonna help me get that

Cause i know, there won't always be help

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