This is a song about "Walking roots"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

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

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

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

You're walking these streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

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

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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