This is a song about "Aid"

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

Bring your pen and your weed stash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

You're talking to one of the greatest

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

So chase the air hide your stash

She got me caught up in the moment

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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