This is a song about "Legal aid"

Families legal ties/ yesss i can finally see this with my eye's/ blinded by blood

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

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

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

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