This is a song about "Latin roots"

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

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

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

It's late and you stuck in my basement

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

The roots, things fall apart, my favorite was black thought,

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

Why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?