This is a song about "Raw crazzy youngsters"

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

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

In time our wonders / will become sublime to youngsters

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

She gotta hold her head up high

To raw i make da beat die

The crew thats as raw a sushi

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

You've got an iller fate, dawg, but your fillers ain't raw

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

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

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,