This is a song about "Latin roots"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Lyrics sound like a spasm, like i'm speaking latin,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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