This is a song about "Boss lost raw stuff"

I'm hooked on that good stuff

And men'll chase love

Trying to get back to this thing called love

I got glasses to see stuff,

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Rap 'bout the sex, still a virgin boss

Pocket racked up all big faces

You in to that animal stuff

She can make a pimp fall in love

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

The science and the art, africa

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Quit tryna be the big boss

You pull up in parking lots

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

Used to call me the african don dada