This is a song about "Seeds"

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

There's chronic seeds in my pockets, i should probably lay low

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Oldest nation on this earth

I shoot seeds at rappers

In private, not public in the streets

Watch over our trendy seeds

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

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

And she throws up whatever she eats

Don't smoke weed, just grow trees, sow seeds,