This is a song about "Helping"

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

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

White from the spliff he's hitting, claiming it's helping him fore-fill his rhythm,

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

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

Know where you stand but you need a helping hand you yelping

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Helping the the position that i'm in

They gon' love me for my ambition

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

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly