This is a song about "Ima help you"

Like you to me ima rap god past hard

Like a small garage in your backyard

And these shape-shifting hoes

So i writ some notes help you compose,

Kick back and know yo son set

Unlike you ima real purebred,

Done, instead of ruining life, can't you help?

Carol city or was it the west

But everytime you come back, ima kill you again

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Ima surprise you like when oj got acquitted,

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I put the nigga in his casket

And ima make you feel this like it

At your best you might

You need help from yo bro right