This is a song about "Burn weed fire magic"

J. cole's her ghost writer

Your on fire.. your on fire

So you wanna play with magic

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

That magic, that vanish

That shoebox shit, over with

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Listen to every word that i slur

I'll spit hot fire till my flames burn higher

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

No it's not satanic, it's magic

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

I like to use the word like magic.

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips