This is a song about "Roots reggae"

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

Motherfuckers say that i'm foolish i only talk about jewels

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

The roots, things fall apart, my favorite was black thought,

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

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

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

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

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