This is a song about "Help"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

But listen i'm here to help,

Ive already tried to get help

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

And i am one of one

Your itch stick won't help none

All this medication doesn't help shit,

One night love: i'mma need that

Hold up yea we the best

The truth was i needed some help,

She's dying sir i need your help

Half your body laying on my chest

Thats haunting you can help

Bout time i got my respect

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Smoking khaled, my weed the best