This is a song about "Watermelon seeds"

Talking of the gods you serve

I shoot seeds at rappers

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

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

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

And most importantly we gotta sow tolerant seeds

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

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

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

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

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Watch over our trendy seeds