This is a song about "I spit raw"

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

Imagery, i paint pictures, stay sicker, i tore this raw,

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

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

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

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Generator flow i shock em with that raw power

It pumps propane, and as i spit,

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

To raw i make da beat die

Tears that our fore fathers cry