This is a song about "Watermelon seeds"

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

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

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

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

I shoot seeds at rappers

The richest place on earth

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

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though