This is a song about "Vocab roots"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

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

I just want somebody i can see

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

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

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

Reeks of the same diss, bitch my vocab is endlessly spacious

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

I come from humble beginnings, some cred and gracious roots,

Mariah tunes and five flutes

Some learn so i grew my own roots