This is a song about "Aid"

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

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

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

It would go against all that created us not to aid

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

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