This is a song about "Poison"

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

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

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Care about none when i spit poison, i'm feral/

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Next time the silly bitch might put poison in my drink.

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

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