This is a song about "Aid"

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I love you only aid for you y

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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,

The dead society of a poet

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.