This is a song about "Others in need"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

In your opinion cause i'm dependent on others opinions

I need money in a major way

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

In debrief of feces man we need these

I'm everything that they call nice

I was a kid in need of help.

Hold my tears i tried my best