This is a song about "Walking roots"

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

You're walking these streets,

I said believe in your dreams

If you thought it, it better be what you want

The roots, things fall apart, my favorite was black thought,

Walking around hiding behind masks

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I always fall behind her whenever we walking

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

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