This is a song about "Raw words"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

The crew thats as raw a sushi

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Cuz the shit that i saw just made me so raw,

Used to call me the african don dada

Cause we been off them slave ships

Its raw feelings and emotions

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Imagery, i paint pictures, stay sicker, i tore this raw,

What up girl, tell me how you been

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/