This is a song about "Raw sacks"

And a quick undercut to the jaw, "pow" now who’s raw.

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Just be alarmed like vietnam, better hide or he'll spit it raw,

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

Its raw feelings and emotions

So here i am at the store for some chips

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

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

Imagery, i paint pictures, stay sicker, i tore this raw,

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge