This is a song about "Some are raw"

While some are killin' it, literally

Just to go to liv on a sunday

You'll find some people are faker than fuckin flyin carpets

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

People words are weak like some snow

You thirsty? you sound hungry, here are some rations.

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Them lines are just some stupid lies

We hustle to survive

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Some are already up there, while most the rest are swimming,

Are part of the reason and how some were convicted with treason.

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Even though some cocksuckers are living in ignorance/