This is a song about "Rave"

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

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

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

This is no trial, this a closed case

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