This is a song about "Walking roots"

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Some learn so i grew my own roots

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

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

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,