This is a song about "I ll be there"

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I'm the man who wasn't there and i won't be there again

Momma say, you making me lose pay

I think now i ll stop and call it a day..

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Bt i ll bring em back...i swear on the testimony

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

But i can't pass on what will always be there.

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

I wish i could just be there in your clutch

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Cause i know, there won't always be help