This is a song about "Walking roots"

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

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

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

The future for our youth's group is damned, the roots,