This is a song about "Aid"

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

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

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

But i let off everything i have

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

She can only live for the moment

She leave her hair in the sink

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves