This is a song about "Latin roots"

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

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Plus my roots grow to money trees like alex haley,

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

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

A far reach from them rap dudes

Some learn so i grew my own roots