This is a song about "Help"

Help them recreate their kingdom

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Her words will help you recover

I stop and stare at the younger

This dude needs help quit crying for help,

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

The real muscle in the message of that

All this medication doesn't help shit,

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

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

But i just can't help this

Well, we are the roses

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

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Help us find our inner song