This is a song about "Blues and roots"

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

My time with their half-witted reviews

Twisted lyrics by these critics, and i'm playing my blues

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

No roots to hold it, dropped his last tooth and lost it. shit...

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

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

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

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