This is a song about "Smoken raw papers"

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

So log out and soak your lyrical papers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

Beautiful are thou, africa

Battle y'all raw metaphors slicing law

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

Kicks new, my denim, raw

I ain't, mad, at cha

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Handling papers y'all bout to get served,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

With a little bit of passion