This is a song about "Krakatoa the volcano"

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Like a volcano but cold as sub-zero

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I put these poems all in these songs

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Got his powers from stickin' his dick in a volcano

The volcano dormant

Clap two times if you drunk

The streetz is aint the safe

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust