This is a song about "Watermelon seeds"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Watch over our trendy seeds

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Good deeds are the seeds of a beautiful flower/

Ate a watermelon seed

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

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

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

The vertex cops green for less percentage then planted seeds

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans