This is a song about "Roots reggae"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

You "real shit" extension problems, that's why i'm constantly aiming at fools,

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

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

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

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Some learn so i grew my own roots

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves