This is a song about "Rave"

At him that'll probably sting, he'll get back up and rave hate,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Drugs are what i crave, find em at a rave.

Tupac is cryin' in his grave, i'm at a rave with a ton of sun block,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

And i made it with that dope flow

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'll go mad at a rave, i'm ravin' mad! and i feel like the man any place i'm at!

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick