This is a song about "Rave"

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

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

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

My new flow bought hublots below zero

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

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

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

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

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

Move like i’m walking with an open case

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait