This is a song about "Helping people"

Helping the the position that i'm in

This boa, what's your motivation

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Take the time i wasted helping you out on you

And everything is purple

Cause i'm leaving people

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

When pac get high

People steal, people die,

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing