This is a song about "Raw power"

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

The nine gonna pop in silence with power

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Showing my lyrical skill and lyrical power,

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

Generator flow i shock em with that raw power

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

Our children must be taught, of africa

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

Its raw feelings and emotions

Without the sound of guns