This is a song about "All types of volcano"

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

So bare with me im many types of cray.

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

I've got the urge to smite this nerd that types

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Always a volcano about to erupt

But the twist in all of this, is, all of my children's,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I'd remember my favorite types of recipes

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Quit passing all of this hate,

Cop a car, new estate

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

But it’s hard when they listens to fake types of shit,