This is a song about "Aid"

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Catch you up on places i've been

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

Rolling while im blowing this stash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

I love you only aid for you y

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

It would go against all that created us not to aid

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink