This is a song about "I spit raw"

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

To raw i make da beat die

I see some crazy shit spit,

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

I'm glad i sacked his ass in football back then i was hella raw

Generator flow i shock em with that raw power

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Just be alarmed like vietnam, better hide or he'll spit it raw,