This is a song about "Free the magic mushrooms car us"

All that ass in your jeans

And has the magic beans

Wish i had the esp, or use a little black magic

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

In the car with a gun,

Girls fast how jamaicans run

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Yea you bout to taste the magic

Baby, you know who you are

Your music in the car

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic