This is a song about "Kool aid and frozen pizza"

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

But i let off everything i have

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

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

Don't doubt me, my thoughts used to be cold and frozen,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

And send ya into toxic waste in a frozen solid lake,

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight