This is a song about "Burn weed fire magic"

I cant even use some magic

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

Never can i straight face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I like to use the word like magic.

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Set it on fire watch it burn

I killed my manager with an iron

And she don't want to learn

Sid's got the magic, watch him burn

Huh, i can't interpret her

Your on fire.. your on fire