This is a song about "Kool aid"

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

Or never say never though i admit

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

And we'll keep goin' back to kool herc, turntables and mic

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

That rakim, az, nas, and kool g rap multis was changin' us,

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Like dj kool i clear my throat