This is a song about "Raw papers"

I ain't, mad, at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

My talent should take me places i've never been

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

How beautiful are thou, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Our nation have to bow, africa

Used to call me the african don dada

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

And take these official papers and start doing your signature"

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers