This is a song about "Walking roots"

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Walking around hiding behind masks

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

I'm up early in tha morning

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

Cause after all the lights and screams

You're walking these streets,