This is a song about "Raw"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Its raw feelings and emotions

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

You've got an iller fate, dawg, but your fillers ain't raw

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

To liberate yourselves, africa

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Must admit this a fucking, raw beat

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

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

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

Our history that they stole, africa