This is a song about "Koop aid"

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

And take a sip like its kool-aid drink

I promise to keep it honest

It would go against all that created us not to aid

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Dreamin on a lullaby

I love you only aid for you y

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Cause you're most likely to crash