This is a song about "Rave"

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

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

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

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!

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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