This is a song about "Helping"

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Literally you gotta make attendancy to brilliantly detach the facts

Never kind they destroyed my faith in other people, made me blind to any helping hands.

I had the agility to fight and make a no helping me policy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

Got a helping hand and i'm willing to lend it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Got a helping hand and i'm willing to lend it

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Cuz the the one you put in my back just helping me thrive