This is a song about "Raw barz"

Must admit this a fucking, raw beat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Its raw feelings and emotions

To liberate yourselves, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

The crew thats as raw a sushi

But five years from now i bet she see

With barz flippant an rampant,

Attention is a must