This is a song about "Groups"

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots