This is a song about "Bitches and snitches and weed and seed"

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

When you spill out hits

Weed smoke, booze and violence

We kill all em snitches and we do it fast.

I just write that right by a mic stand

It’s crazy, eh? i’m satan, i’m the seed and i’m evil,

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat

Of weed, then i'm a have to greed. proceed to the next stage and a feed a seed

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

Some don't even grow up and share there seed,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Smoking weed and listening to rap

One night love: i'mma need that