This is a song about "Walking roots"

You're walking these streets,

I said believe in your dreams

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

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

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

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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