This is a song about "Blues and roots"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

:30-1:02- its young zeke watch me rise and glowmy words come up encrypted with gold,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

You wonder where we learn that? i call the cops the roots,