This is a song about "Sierra rave"

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Like sierra leone.

I don't need no fucking throne

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Welcome mr. rave this is your show

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

Sierra still saying iv played her since fifth

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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