This is a song about "Mouthful of poison"

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Poison darts flew on cue, from the view into their hearts.

One verse is all it takes

Poison in our veins