This is a song about "Roots manuva"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

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

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

Some learn so i grew my own roots

I still got my nike boots