This is a song about "Raw"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Used to call me the african don dada

So here i am at the store for some chips

Its raw feelings and emotions

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Yea, my middle finger to the law

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

They infiltrate our homes, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

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

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