This is a song about "Smoken raw papers"

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Yo since '010 i've been strikin' papers with my pen,

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

I still got haters

Heart out to the papers

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

A nuisance, wasting time, cutting and pasting headlines in the papers

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

A legend have to bow, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw