This is a song about "Poison"

February cold as my heart

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Now they all got a dose of poison, now im in prison,

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

On they twitter writing novels, see