This is a song about "Raw style"

How beautiful are thou, africa

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

Animal style my style is wild

This is to my unborn child

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

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

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

I never smiled as a juvenile

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

Got congratulated cause my lyrics and my style

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper