This is a song about "Walking roots"

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

You wonder where we learn that? i call the cops the roots,

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

West coast niggas got more roots than a orange tree,

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,