This is a song about "Raw youngsters"

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

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

Just be alarmed like vietnam, better hide or he'll spit it raw,

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

I ain't, mad, at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

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

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Its raw feelings and emotions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

A legend have to bow, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

Beautiful are thou, africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw