This is a song about "Dark magic"

Two for ten, after dark

They don't hear my bark

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

I cant even use some magic

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

No it's not satanic, it's magic