This is a song about "Raw barz"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

December 4th a star was born

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

I'm raw & rusted like a saw that's busted

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

To liberate yourself, africa

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

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