This is a song about "Help"

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

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Help them recreate their kingdom

Yeah, i think somebody need some fuckin help

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

She's dying sir i need your help

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

But i just can't help this

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Her words will help you recover

When we not in summer

Bout time i got my respect

Cause i know, there won't always be help

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

But it doesn't work and it doesn't help.