This is a song about "Wwe monday niht raw"

Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts

We vegetables, on them record labels

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

You want some beef nigga? i'll serve it to you raw

To liberate yourselves, africa

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Monday in my room again

They claim it as their own, africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

Just be alarmed like vietnam, better hide or he'll spit it raw,

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

How beautiful are thou, africa