This is a song about "Raw stuff"

I ain't, mad, at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

You in to that animal stuff

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

And i can't help but notice

Damn man that's some good stuff

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Here i go again, searching for love

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

My criteria ain't even that serious

Stuff you can't extinguish,

Cause bitch, i'm big business