This is a song about "Walking roots"

With the rain pouring as i keep walking,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Some learn so i grew my own roots

Never forget your roots and spit the real truth and

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

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

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

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Inviting guess i'm walking out

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

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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