This is a song about "Aid"

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

It would go against all that created us not to aid

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Bring your pen and your weed stash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,