This is a song about "Poison"

Or inject a lethal dose of poison until i close my eyes,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Tarantula adding poison to your brain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

I guess you could say that's my poison, such a lovely crutch