This is a song about "My city need help"

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

That's my mentality everytime when i'm reppin my city

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I really need some fuckin help so give me a medication.

Then asking my identity

I do dis for my niggas and city

And because they preference they all need some help,

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

People need to help by themselves, help out those who get no love/

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Life has put her to the test

Don't need nobody to help

That's my mentality everytime when i'm reppin my city

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home