This is a song about "Boss lost raw stuff"

Have to leave without your stuff

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

I'm so boss, provin' my dominance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Lame frees? nah... im just spitting it raw

Is written in our souls, africa

But you act like mr. i'm a fucking boss

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Our nation have to bow, africa

He's the one doing his stuff

Here i go again, searching for love

A legend have to bow, africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?