This is a song about "Sierra rave"

Like sierra leone.

Music that y'all condone

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

This is no trial, this a closed case

Sierra still saying iv played her since fifth

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Welcome mr. rave this is your show