This is a song about "Poison in the seeds"

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

And most importantly we gotta sow tolerant seeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Boston george the title, other rappers flowers im poison oak

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Next time the silly bitch might put poison in my drink.

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

The street slang i be speakin in code