This is a song about "Raw shit"

They claim it as their own, africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

Our children must be taught, of africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

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

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

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

To raw i make da beat die

And in fact i can’t deny

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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