This is a song about "Lava cake"

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

And if your patient you'll be the one taking the cake

I ain't being bootsycrusin' in a six-o impala

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

You can't get me when i'd be spittin' these flows hotter than lava.

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

Saying life's a piece of cake

I'm dreaming to be great

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

Spitting hot shit like a lama in some lava,

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock