This is a song about "The latin root scrib"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I grew up with no dad, and that's the root of this behavior,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The more battles the better the flows

And these shape-shifting hoes

Quis es, unus servi? latin, sound like i'm from camelot

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.