This is a song about "Poison"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

The poison modifying her stream for a quicker addiction

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Care about none when i spit poison, i'm feral/

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

One verse is all it takes

Poison in our veins