This is a song about "Raw youngster"

And then along came the wrong man for her

Been throwing up c'z since i was a youngster

How beautiful are thou, africa

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

You want some beef nigga? i'll serve it to you raw

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Its raw feelings and emotions

Had i not been exposed to these things

I'm raw & rusted like a saw that's busted

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

Hopin' that my niggas see

The crew thats as raw a sushi