This is a song about "Latin roots"

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

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

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

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Bi-lingual so pig latin is about to be my new third language

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

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