This is a song about "Greek roots"

Like a church in debt

Greek, maybe i shouldn't have said

I love women where ambition that makes buddha

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

Some learn so i grew my own roots

I still got my nike boots

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

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

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves