This is a song about "Raves"

That foriegner is now dislocated incarcerated he is out and bout

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

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Hittin' up a few raves hopin' i might misbehave