This is a song about "Latin roots"

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Lyrics sound like a spasm, like i'm speaking latin,

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

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

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

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

Some learn so i grew my own roots

And my weed man should just sell flutes

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

No sun's let in to shine till, latin i bet then you'll be reckoned inclined to

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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