This is a song about "Raw shit"

Educate yourselves, of africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Since the beat has dropped i've lost it, spit insanely with this raw shit