This is a song about "Kool aid"

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

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

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,

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

I love you only aid for you y

Hear the rambling in the sky

Like dj kool i clear my throat

I know you just doing your job

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

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

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate