This is a song about "Sassafras roots"

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

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

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

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

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

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons