This is a song about "Aid"

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

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

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

Cause you're most likely to crash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

It would go against all that created us not to aid