This is a song about "Walking roots"

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

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

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Some learn so i grew my own roots

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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