This is a song about "Raw style"

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

Finally finna find a child's style

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Animal style my style is wild

The revolution has arrived

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

The science and the art, africa

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/