This is a song about "Watermelon pot"

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

Meaning its more like pot expansion

I will fracture to a fraction

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy