This is a song about "Koop aid"

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

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

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

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I love you only aid for you y

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust