This is a song about "Aid"

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

I know that love it could begin

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

She graduated top of the class

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

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

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

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

It would go against all that created us not to aid

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust