This is a song about "Raw mushrooms"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Cuz the shit that i saw just made me so raw,

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

I'll be cursing tha law

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

Trying to give them light and a message

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

You couldn't possibly comprehend the raw sound

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Imagery, i paint pictures, stay sicker, i tore this raw,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra