This is a song about "Roots"

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

The future for our youth's group is damned, the roots,

Why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop 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

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

You wonder where we learn that? i call the cops the roots,

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

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes