This is a song about "Raw style"

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

To liberate yourself, africa

Its raw feelings and emotions

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

We can talk things over a little a while

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

I never smiled as a juvenile

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

I ain't, mad, at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

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

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