This is a song about "I spit raw"

The science and the art, africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

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

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

So raw i don't even have to pay rent

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

With g's in my pocket

I see some crazy shit spit,

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

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

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

Educate yourselves, of africa