This is a song about "Seeds"

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

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

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

And most importantly we gotta sow tolerant seeds

I shoot seeds at rappers

I got a lot of manners

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

The vertex cops green for less percentage then planted seeds

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though