This is a song about "Sassafras roots"

Why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?

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

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

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

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

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

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