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"

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

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

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

And it left him relieved as he rolled a new leaf

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,