This is a song about "The roots"

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

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

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

Cause gotta do this for my roots until they got all the dimes.

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Some learn so i grew my own roots

And still got my nike boots