This is a song about "Sage"

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

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

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

Pocket racked up all big faces

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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