This is a song about "Raw"

To liberate yourself, africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

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

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

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

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

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Go nuts, instrumental flow much