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"

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

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

And murder leaves no retribution

You can disown him or stone him

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams