This is a song about "Walking roots"

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

Black thoughts never explore their roots, up under me,

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

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

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and