This is a song about "Raw sacks"

The science and the art, africa

Kicks new, my denim, raw

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

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

I kick back and sick tracks you lick sacks

How beautiful are thou, africa

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

Must admit this a fucking, raw beat

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

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

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

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

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

Our nation have to bow, africa

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