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

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

But if i can help it i wont let you make the mistakes,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

To the others like you, who i need to help, i need to try

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

No one sees the help i need

I was a kid in need of help.

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

I ain't trynna be politically correct

But i know that i'm lucky, so i try to help

Just a game to me, and i know it pisses

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this