This is a song about "Vocab roots"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Once upon a time vocab limitless until i ran out of syllabus

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Judgement is excrement, to understand my vocab you must be intelligent,

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

When i couldn't find better words to write since my vocab was like