This is a song about "Poison shots"

Im throwin' shots to yo body

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

I poison hearts and minds of those temptation slowly creeps into

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

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

Pick your poison tell me what you doing