This is a song about "Harley quinn and poison ivy"

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

He said the girl he saw me glance at was basically poison, and that she would hurt me like led

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

I guess you could say that's my poison, such a lovely crutch

You a lady boss, now you fly free

My raps are timely, they itch you like ivy.

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Up with your shit, ill poison you with led

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

And this will be the song that we sing

I've talked about this before, poison in the seeds,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets