This is a song about "A magicians best act is the dissapearing act"

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

He yo fellow act like a mellow

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

We are going to the top and you cant stop we got hops so here is a mop so clean your act up

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

Kids lack talent all they have is just a bitch act

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

This ain't the final act that ain't a lie i stay alive say i die

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Put on a act like i'm possessed, do the fucking tests and the rest.

School was a bummer; all the teachers act with high notoriety

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Look bright and act like everything is alright/

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Act like ya man a hunnit grand