This is a song about "Aid"

Riding around without a fuck given

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

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

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot