This is a song about "Seeds"

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

No time to plot retreats

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

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

The vertex cops green for less percentage then planted seeds

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

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie