This is a song about "Latin roots"

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

The future for our youth's group is damned, the roots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

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

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

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

And still got my nike boots

Some learn so i grew my own roots