This is a song about "Raw dog"

Used to call me the african don dada

Lame frees? nah... im just spitting it raw

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Its raw feelings and emotions

And i listen to thought

Call me a bitch call me a dog,

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Barking dog rose from the ashes

On the slow jam of love

Round my motherfuckin way

Every dog has it's day

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

I will fracture to a fraction

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Im still the slum dog, millionaire