This is a song about "Helping customers"

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

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

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

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

With him helping this time

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

The prime in me helping me create unnecessary rhyme

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

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

Upcoming hustler/ double my take from customers/

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years