This is a song about "Aid"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

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

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

It would go against all that created us not to aid

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

So let me tell you about this guy

I love you only aid for you y