This is a song about "Lava lamp"

You fried under that heated lamp,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

But cram the style up abit so you can pitch a tent in a lamp

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

This is something different

And my ''lava'' you just sucked.

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

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

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Who know this be the life that i really live

Spit lava on my discharge, it's ceaseless

Im hotta den...a sauna times a lava pit,

Every day was a saturday, shit