This is a song about "Slow poison"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Both my hands itching just like poison ivy,

Get you high, keep it on the low

Yeah you can do it slow

I've talked about this before, poison in the seeds,

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

No, just put us on death row

The day started out slow

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Beef: i hammer mine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Double m g forever though

Okay so imma start slow

Can't get a even get slow.

People love hodgy i hate you though