This is a song about "Lava lamps"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

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

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

To pour lava on your own mama and snap your thin throats

High as helicopters spitting as hot as lava

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

You couldn't burn me with lava in a fiery pit,

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

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

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

You knew ma raps are like a lava just admit

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

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop