This is a song about "Raw sacks"

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I ain't mad at cha

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

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

Our nation have to bow, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

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

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

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

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

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

How beautiful are thou, africa

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha