This is a song about "Greek roots"

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

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

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Drop bombs more then the greek legend medusa,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

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

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