This is a song about "Brandon the raw soccer defender"

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Selling coke to the fiends stuck in my raw ways,eyes always red in the days from

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

A musical, influential, defender

I'm experienced you're the weariest for a raw idiot

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

And prove why your a pretender i'm the title defender

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Hardcore raw metaphors are strong as the queens' jaws,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

Remember craft adventure elite defender

I wanted a brother my mother i told her