This is a song about "Aid"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

It would go against all that created us not to aid

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

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

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit