This is a song about "Raw papers"

Beautiful are thou, africa

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

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/

Lives to be lost papers more important enforcement endorsed with outa warrant

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

They claim it as their own, africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Our history that they stole, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

Lookin in them papers im like

On that red-eyed kush flight