This is a song about "Lava lamps"

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Past those splash zones of molten lava

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Spit lava on my discharge, it's ceaseless

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

There i was kneeling on the ground, felt like i was being drowned, and at the

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic