This is a song about "Raw sauce"

Man while you hungry i am eating steak with tabasco sauce

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Its raw feelings and emotions

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

The science and the art, africa

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

And break your bones the way i do, come raw