This is a song about "Kool aid"

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

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

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

She graduated top of the class

You just working with the scraps you was given

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Fuck stewie aid, family guy, no medicine, jay-z comes clean to mexicans,

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

It would go against all that created us not to aid

I love you only aid for you y

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie