This is a song about "Lemon aid"

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

I provide constructive criticism to aid in restoration.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

I know i'm right, n my shine makes blind, no lemon or limes,

And i got that drive and she just might crash

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Drink the kool-aid out of the elephant tusk,

Don't know her name those ain't really important