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"

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

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

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

And murder leaves no retribution

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Whips your back and leaves you with lifetime scars with no healing

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I can kill you now, but i stand here and start to growth.

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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