This is a song about "Smoken raw papers"

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Got a house on hundred acres

Heart out to the papers

The science and the art, africa

Lame frees? nah... im just spitting it raw

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

I've become immune to you no name haters

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

And take these official papers and start doing your signature"