This is a song about "Roots reggae"

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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