This is a song about "Blues and roots"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Refuse to even try and just go back to our roots,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

And if they try to raise a coup, kill em at the roots

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

I come from humble beginnings, some cred and gracious roots,

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Even when i try to watch the news, and play the smoking blues

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

Zone hoping to write a fully written apology note im an oddity so it wont

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't