This is a song about "Blues and roots"

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

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

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

Go back to your roots and quit being a benevolent sexist

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list