This is a song about "Latin 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,

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

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,

Ambitious girl, your drive, drives me crazy

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

I come from humble beginnings, some cred and gracious roots,

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