This is a song about "Aid"

It would go against all that created us not to aid

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

We was high school peers, in junior high

I love you only aid for you y

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

I can barely wipe my ass