This is a song about "Raw sacks"

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

Our history that they stole, africa

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

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

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

To liberate yourself, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

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

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