This is a song about "Lava"

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

I'm rapping hot like lava while you rot

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

Spit lava on my discharge, it's ceaseless

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

You knew ma raps are like a lava just admit

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

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