This is a song about "Raw"

They claim it as their own, africa

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

To raw i make da beat die

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

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

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

Must admit this a fucking, raw beat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Our nation have to bow, africa

Lame frees? nah... im just spitting it raw

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

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