This is a song about "Aid"

But i let off everything i have

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

It would go against all that created us not to aid

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Cause you're most likely to crash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin