This is a song about "Raw sacks"

Educate yourselves, of africa

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

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

What up girl, tell me how you been

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

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

You want some beef nigga? i'll serve it to you raw

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

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

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

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

Nigga tighten your jaw

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

I ain't, mad, at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw