This is a song about "Cool aid"

I know you think you cool

That's the sound of my tool

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I mean, i know i'm pretty cool

And my main bitch, she just started school

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Even then sluts thought "damn hes cool"

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

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