This is a song about "You need help"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Help im going insane again i need that pad and pen

Have to admit i need help

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

And i just wanna help some people in some need of assistance,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

And because they preference they all need some help,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

To himself, doesn't need no fucking help, he's got quarrels of lyrics,

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

She's dying sir i need your help

Carol city or was it the west