This is a song about "Poison"

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Well you better fear me cause i can turn this cure into a poison,

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

We raiders of the lost ark

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

Now im doin it, yall can cool it, cause im poison pollutants

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms