This is a song about "Raw shit"

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

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

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

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

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

Is written in our souls, africa

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

They claim it as their own, africa

Yea, my middle finger to the law

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

How beautiful are thou, africa

I don't give a lil shit if no one believes this ill spit raw

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

I ain't mad at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw