This is a song about "Sage"

Still i gotta sickening sight seared into my sage, no scholar

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

Now's the time to show i am the legendary sage

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Its either im noun98 or poetic sage both are hmmm dangerously

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

'cause thee mes-sage is in-fec-ted with