This is a song about "Mikeala i need you to help me i need you next to me your my best friend i will always help you and be there for you"

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

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

You need help for battling, i'm crazy, try to read a scripture

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

But i will try and help you with the recovering

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I need to wake your scrawny arse up so you don't forget about me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I've lost my way, and i'm starting to say i need help today.

She's dying sir i need your help

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

All i want is you babe

And i need you to dissipate,

And all my childhood memories

Bitch i need you to stay with me please,