This is a song about "Raw pc"

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

To liberate yourself, africa

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

You write hah that's cute i create bars that my pc can't compute

I'll be cursing tha law

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

Its raw feelings and emotions

Blew money like six crips