This is a song about "Poison poison poison poison poison poison poison"

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

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