This is a song about "Pumpkin seeds"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

Talking of the gods you serve

I shoot seeds at rappers

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

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

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

And most importantly we gotta sow tolerant seeds

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Meaning wherever god has places you to be, to plant the seeds in people

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets