This is a song about "Smackdown vs raw"

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

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

It was the streak vs the beast

Womanizing to say the least

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

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

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Cus isn't me, vs you producing misery?

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see