This is a song about "Roots manuva"

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,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

And if they try to raise a coup, kill em at the roots

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

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

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