This is a song about "Helping other people"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Maybe all the other people were right? maybe he was just white trash

I love embarrassing other people with poetry

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I often wonder what other people see when they look at me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

But i didnt want people saying my name and other people saying who

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

You should rap about other people, not just you all the time

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And other people stopped bothering me with there old and new secrets,

You have luxuries that other people haven't

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Than other people do in their entire house