This is a song about "Kool aid"

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

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

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

It would go against all that created us not to aid

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Like dj kool i clear my throat

Been running around trying find a job