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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

Riding around without a fuck given

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

And when it come to the cash

She got me caught up in the moment

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

I decided my pride is just why i resist