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

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

This is straight pure raw hip hop, off the block,

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

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

You know i'm raw and i'm rapping tight 'n' got the appetite to blast the mic

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

A musical, influential, defender

And a quick undercut to the jaw, "pow" now who’s raw.

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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