This is a song about "Poison in the seeds"

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

Now they all got a dose of poison, now im in prison,

I was born to do the damn thing

Pick your poison tell me what you doing

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

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

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

And most importantly we gotta sow tolerant seeds

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets