This is a song about "Love poison"

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim