This is a song about "Smoken raw papers"

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Our children must be taught, of africa

The science and the art, africa

This is smack down i spit shit that's raw

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

Take out your favorite papers

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

U wanted to eat me absolute raw

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Its raw feelings and emotions

So log out and soak your lyrical papers

Penncounting pennys over tha years