This is a song about "Poison"

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Up with your shit, ill poison you with led

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty