This is a song about "Helping poor people"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Poor people get twenty years, so much for created equal,

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

My talent should take me places i've never been

Helping the the position that i'm in

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

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

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

I represent the desperation of the poor

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool