This is a song about "Latin roots"

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

You wonder where we learn that? i call the cops the roots,

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

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

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

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