This is a song about "Helping people"

Them people weak them people weak

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Rub my back, then let me lay

People stared everyday

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Like people meeting people online,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

From the people who control to people

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

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