This is a song about "Raw papers"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Yo since '010 i've been strikin' papers with my pen,

Heart out to the papers

Know just what your worth

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

So here i am at the store for some chips

Its raw feelings and emotions

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

A legend have to bow, africa

Long as she come to me first

Handling papers y'all bout to get served,