This is a song about "Lyrical volcano"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Im not a backpacker who keeps it strictly lyrical

Like a volcano but cold as sub-zero

I kick it any tempo, i'm lifted off the indo

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

You’ll be the first of your friends to see a volcano

Nostradamus couldn't predict this lyrical apocalypse.

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Lyrical imagery is masterful

This is the root of all evil

Can’t you see just how long my run

Thats what i call lyrical invasion.

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Cause i let out flows both bloody and lyrical