This is a song about "Smoken raw papers"

Its raw feelings and emotions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Kicks new, my denim, raw

Life of and outlaw

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

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

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

Lives to be lost papers more important enforcement endorsed with outa warrant

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

The birds i knew flip birds

Take out your favorite papers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

So log out and soak your lyrical papers