This is a song about "Roots manuva"

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

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

I still got my nike boots

Some learn so i grew my own roots

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

But peroxide's in my routes its shady that i've forgot my fucking roots

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves