This is a song about "Sunflower seeds"

Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

Felt like i'm free from all my sins when the service was over

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/