It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction
My rhymes aid your decomposition,
Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid
I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,
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
You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass
A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash
You gonna need more than a first aid kit
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent
Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
Fuck stewie aid, family guy, no medicine, jay-z comes clean to mexicans,
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