This is a song about "Watermelon seeds"

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

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

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

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

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

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

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

Oldest nation on this earth

I shoot seeds at rappers

Watch over our trendy seeds

No time to plot retreats