This is a song about "Aid"

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Fuck stewie aid, family guy, no medicine, jay-z comes clean to mexicans,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

It would go against all that created us not to aid

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Haven't rested for five days, just trying to sleep, go to rite aid

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Cause when i get done you might need more than a first-aid kit

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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