This is a song about "Sunflower seeds"

The vertex cops green for less percentage then planted seeds

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

I've talked about this before, poison in the 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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Watch over our trendy seeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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