This is a song about "Raw crazzy youngsters"

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

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

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

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

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

To liberate yourselves, africa