This is a song about "Watermelon seeds"

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

And most importantly we gotta sow tolerant seeds

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Ate a watermelon seed

From the back seat, back seat

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

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

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

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

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

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

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