This is a song about "Sassafras roots"

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I come from humble beginnings, some cred and gracious roots,

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Some learn so i grew my own roots