This is a song about "Aid"

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Baby got that super bass

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

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

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

It would go against all that created us not to aid

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

I be ballin, they wonder why

I love you only aid for you y