This is a song about "Poison"

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

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

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,