This is a song about "I spit raw"

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

To raw i make da beat die

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

A world full of a bunch assholes that spit raw in a booth

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

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

See i let my nigga split that

You're quiet while i spit

Cuz the shit that i saw just made me so raw,

To liberate yourself, africa

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Since the beat has dropped i've lost it, spit insanely with this raw shit