This is a song about "Lava lamp"

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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

The calm before the eruption, start of a saga, spit lava, ignore drama

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Past those splash zones of molten lava

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

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

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And my ''lava'' you just sucked.

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Rising and brimming and pinning with lava, volcanic/

You fried under that heated lamp,

And i ain't trying to land