This is a song about "Raw youngsters"

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

To liberate yourselves, africa

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

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Its raw feelings and emotions

All green nigga pick six

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

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

In time our wonders / will become sublime to youngsters

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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

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

To raw i make da beat die

Tears that our fore fathers cry