This is a song about "Help"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Gonna help me get that

Half your body laying on my chest

She's dying sir i need your help

Life has put her to the test

Haven't you heard the cries, for help

Have to admit i need help

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Done, instead of ruining life, can't you help?

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

I came in industry without get any help

But i just can't help this

Cause ignorance is bliss

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Sometimes i can't help but wonder