This is a song about "Aid"

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

It would go against all that created us not to aid

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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