This is a song about "Plant butt drugs"

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

They vaguely decipher my language

I want to feel her in every way

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

And she gon let it loose, hey

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Bonding over our love for drugs

Sb nike's, with the grey box

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

To the same plant, and the same pants

I mean the game been dry

Plant a seed, kiss this guy