This is a song about "Poison ivy"

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

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

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from