This is a song about "Band aid"

I love you only aid for you y

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

You was bigger than an artist

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch//

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

But i let off everything i have

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

You gonna need more than a first aid kit