This is a song about "Raw"

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

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

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

Is written in our souls, africa

Its raw feelings and emotions

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Our nation have to bow, africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Educate yourselves, of africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw