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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I don't hide from a challenge, your the defender

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

While i spit this flow and shit the chorus raw.

Used to call me the african don dada

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

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

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

Played soccer with evil, stabbed the lethal beetle

We don't believe you, you need more people