This is a song about "Mouthful of poison"

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Up with your shit, ill poison you with led

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Or inject a lethal dose of poison until i close my eyes,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Ridin smokin dimes like im blinded just slightly

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money