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"

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Got tired of running from the police

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

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

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

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

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

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

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