This is a song about "Lava mansions"

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

I can always depend on my mama

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

They live in mansions with pools, communities gated,

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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