This is a song about "I cant help it"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Have to admit i need help

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

I help them see they way through it, not you

But eager like a kitten, i just cant help getting smitten,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Indignant got you skin pigment distant, i cant help but to notice your looking

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I got some fire and shit

I cant fix i cant glue it

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

I guess weapons can help, i guess it pays

I cant stress it enough to you imbeciles

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

I cant find a place or help myself to digest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest