This is a song about "Aid"

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

I love you only aid for you y

These haters hope i hurry up and die

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

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

And when it come to the cash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

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

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

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

My rhymes aid your decomposition,