This is a song about "Roots"

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

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

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Some learn so i grew my own roots