This is a song about "Square roots"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

I still got my nike boots

Some learn so i grew my own roots

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

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

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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