This is a song about "Sage pootlass"

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Its either im noun98 or poetic sage both are hmmm dangerously

And i don't rely on no bitches

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

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

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