This is a song about "Help"

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

Her words will help you recover

Never ever pay rent

But listen i'm here to help,

Have to admit i need help

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

If i didn't, i guess i'm a cool cocaine connect

I came in industry without get any help

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

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

Why not me the same thing

To help stop the flooding

Bout time i got my respect

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Can't even ask for help

Hold up yea we the best