This is a song about "Raw barz"

You're uncool like my mother kin

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

With barz flippant an rampant,

Trying hard to speak and

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

And a quick undercut to the jaw, "pow" now who’s raw.

Beautiful are thou, africa

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Is written in our souls, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

To liberate yourself, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

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