This is a song about "Sage pootlass"

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

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I'll like to tell you i'm the type to get all woman

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

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

Get my taste from all of my bitches