This is a song about "Raw sacks"

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Cuz the shit that i saw just made me so raw,

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

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

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

Must admit this a fucking, raw beat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

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

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

Beautiful are thou, africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Educate yourselves, of africa