This is a song about "Magma"

Thought, im underground and hot call me the magma

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

- i've reached a place where hot magma is the warmth provider