This is a song about "Poisonous"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Nah fuck that that's some poisonous thinking

Almost let go through the throat, these poisonous substances

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Cause my charisma is a stigma, i look in the mirror, i'm poisonous vanilla bro/

My new flow bought hublots below zero

My mind is more poisonous than a black widow