This is a song about "Sewage plant"

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,

Oh i gotta face the day

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Im like a chemical plant explosion this mic ima wreack havoc

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Plant the bomb like petunia

If i could, i'd plant some greens over all their fucking riches

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

We getting money, you can face the facts

To the same plant, and the same pants

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,