This is a song about "Legal aid"

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

The legal medical got me savoring each and every chew

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

I love you only aid for you y

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

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

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Rocking pieces on the transit, got a legal wall now the towns tryna ban it,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You gonna need more than a first aid kit

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

I know that love it could begin