Someone needed to come out and say it: Kanye West needs help.

Actually, that’s sugar-coating things, something that the most famous rapper of his generation would never do.

Friends of the man sometimes known as Yeezy have spent the past couple of weeks wondering if West is entirely right in the head.  

Former collaborator Rhymefest—who cowrote the rapper’s "Jesus Walks”—Tweeted West “needs help, in the form of counseling. Spiritual & mental”.

 Malik Yusef, who has also written with Kanye, suggested that Mr. Kim Kardashian has been acting “off-kilter” in the vein of no less than world-class-crazy Vincent van Gogh. 

For those who haven’t been on TMZ in the past 15 minutes, West has spent all of 2016 making statements more out-there than the idea of leather jogging pants. 

January saw West waging a hyper-personal Tweet war with fellow MC Wiz Khalifa. Things crossed the line when West suggested that Khalifa might not have made the best choice of a life-partner in Amber Rose, who also happens to be his ex. 

 Lowlights included West firing off “You let a stripper trap you”. He later dragged the couple’s 23-month-old kid into things with “You wouldn't have a child if it wasn't for me," and "You own waves???? I own your child!!!!" 

This past weekend, West reportedly had a major meltdown on the set of Saturday Night Live, allegedly threatening to walk off the show until Lorne Michaels finally calmed him down. (Check out the drama here). 

His new album The Life of Pablo has him suggesting that he’s one day going to get into that “bitch” Taylor Swift’s pants (lyrics from the song "Famous" include "I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex”). 

And earlier this week West asked Mark Zuckerberg for a billion dollars on Twitter, evidently unaware that Zuckerberg probably does most of his communicating on Facebook. 

What’s getting lost in all of this speculation is that West does obviously need mental help. And, in other obvious news, it's probably going to rain in Vancouver tomorrow.

You know why he's crying out for help? Because he just had a fucking kid. And that means he’s in nothing less than full survival mode.

Here’s what life has been for Kanye West since the arrival of Saint, his son and second child born in early December: 

• It’s screaming that starts at roughly 4 in the morning, and continues until 11 at night.
• It's a shit-flecked diaper pail that magically refills itself at least four times a day. 
• It’s a wife—Kim Kardashian—who likely isn’t overly thrilled at going from a tabloid glamazon to a two-legged milk machine. 
• It’s watching the days of playing Grand Theft Auto till three in the morning with a bottle of Hennessy at your side become nothing more than a hazy memory.  

Goodbye spontaneous sex. Actually, goodbye any kind of sex that doesn’t involve a laptop and a self-directed wiener.  

Goodbye going out for dinner without checking in with the babysitter 17 times—before you’re out of the driveway.

Hello late-night fights about whether or not 12 straight hours of Baby Einstein is an acceptable form of entertainment for Saint’s two-year-old sister North, who can’t seem to fathom that all her parents want is two goddamn seconds where someone isn’t asking for a refill on the Goldfish bowl. 

And goodbye, Kanye, to Taylor Swift expressing the slightest bit of interest in you, ever, not because of “Famous”, but because you are now a 38-year-old father of two, which is only sexy if your name is David Beckham.

So hell yes, Kanye West currently needs mental help, so let’s give him a break.

He might be terrorizing Taylor Swift, harassing his fellow MCs, and making Lorne Michaels wonder why he didn’t opt for early retirement, but at least he’s not banging the nanny.

Yet.