This is a song about "Primary growth secondary growth leaf and cuticle guard cell and stoma stem roots and leaves woody and no woodsy plants"

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

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

And it left him relieved as he rolled a new leaf

Want the title but im always fighting under card

I drink blood, and im parched, so you better guard

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

No roots to hold it, dropped his last tooth and lost it. shit...

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots