This is a song about "Soccer player brandon the raw defender"

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

The crew thats as raw a sushi

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I rip raw rhymes turn the lights off and im glowing,

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

The bitches on your label just gave you a raw deal

Remember craft adventure elite defender

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

You're the battle request sender,i'm battling u as a defender

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are