This is a song about "Square roots"

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

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation

Each one stands for emcee square,now use your imagination

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,

All up in her backspace like a delete button

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby