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"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

The burning flesh and twisted mouth and blood on the leaves,

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

I got pissed one day and threw piss on a guard,

This for my niggas that really rap hard

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

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

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

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

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