This is a song about "Pumpkin seeds"

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

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

Talking about the god you serve

I shoot seeds at rappers

Catch you up on places i've been

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

And she throws up whatever she eats

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

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

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

There's chronic seeds in me pockets; it's best that a nigga lay low

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though