This is a song about "Raw mushrooms"

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

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

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

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

I'll be cursing tha law