This is a song about "Raves"

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

Bunnign up pure haze,hopping the barriers and running up to the trains,to the raves out

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave