This is a song about "Walking roots"

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning

I always fall behind her whenever we walking

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

Some learn so i grew my own roots

A far reach from them rap dudes

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

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

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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