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"

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

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

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The plants will grow larger and have more ignorance

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

And if they try to raise a coup, kill em at the roots

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

I'm scatter brained and frazzled deep, shaking like a leaf

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves