This is a song about "Raw style"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

When it comes to spitting that fire

For living my life style

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

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

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

They just hated my style,

Run for cover and return fire

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

With a little bit of passion