This is a song about "Walking roots"

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Some learn so i grew my own roots

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Inviting guess i'm walking out

In her defense she a part of the crowd

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

Now i'm living out my dreams

You're walking these streets,

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Left, right, left, i've just gotta keep walking.

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

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