This is a song about "Aid"

Bring your pen and your weed stash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

But i let off everything i have

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

It would go against all that created us not to aid

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

But i will face fuck your mother with a first aid kit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Catch you up on places i've been

My rhymes aid your decomposition,