This is a song about "Band aid"

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

You're uncool like my mother kin

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,