This is a song about "Walking roots"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I always fall behind her whenever we walking

I come from humble beginnings, some cred and gracious roots,

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

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

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

What up girl, tell me how you been

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams