This is a song about "Enchanted attic"

Now tricks for decreasing weeping, increasing healing/ leave feelings in the attic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

Forget the attic, i fuck her in her basement, the hidey hole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

'cause the way my rhymes enchanted,

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

Been writing raps since the age 3 headphone on in the attic

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic