This is a song about "Roots reggae"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

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

You wonder where we learn that? i call the cops the roots,

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

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

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves