This is a song about "Sassafras roots"

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

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

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

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

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