This is a song about "Raw baby"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Our history that they stole, africa

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Beautiful are thou, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

The science and the art, africa

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

They bringing me fish and chips

Its raw feelings and emotions

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

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

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

And break your bones the way i do, come raw