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

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

You couldn't possibly comprehend the raw sound

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I rip raw rhymes turn the lights off and im glowing,

I don't know you, but know kick, niggas in the face, so soccer

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

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

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

But when the times right, my raw talent shines brighter then ultra violet lights

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

So take the stage just show me what you got

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law