This is a song about "Poison love"

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke