This is a song about "Clovers and seeds"

And all women who had light features, see

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds