This is a song about "Roots manuva"

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

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

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different