This is a song about "Face plant"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

For those you claim friends commit, get in the thunder cold, plant the rows

Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Got me gaga, no poker face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Why not explode a nuclear plant two twin towers two thousands and one

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

To the same plant, and the same pants