This is a song about "Helping"

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

If i'm helping the game, or being purely a bully,

But check out how i roll mine

With him helping this time

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

But don't kid yourself, there where no helping hands

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Call me whatever joe

Always helping me though

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Instead of her dreams being buried and no one there helping,