This is a song about "If i type more will it help the flow just a question i need to know"

I don't know defeat

No one sees the help i need

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Half your body laying on my chest

Have to admit i need help

I know it seems as if i just vanished without a trace

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

And i just wanna help some people in some need of assistance,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My flow so sick i need to take a day off

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

//i will redo it another day, just tried to show the flow for the cypher

I hear "i can't handle this shit, i need a handle to help me handle this shit"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket