This is a song about "Raw pc"

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

Lack control like a pc game, purposely in grew my toenail for when pe came

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

Used to call me the african don dada

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

Nigga tighten your jaw

Its raw feelings and emotions

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns