This is a song about "Seeds"

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

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

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

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

And most importantly we gotta sow tolerant seeds

Little more weed, first class seats

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

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

My talent should take me places i've never been

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

The vertex cops green for less percentage then planted seeds