This is a song about "Raw sacks"

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

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Our history that they stole, africa

You want some beef nigga? i'll serve it to you raw

Our children must be taught, of africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

I will fracture to a fraction

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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