This is a song about "Harry potter magic"

Yea you bout to taste the magic

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

My talent should take me places i've never been

I work magic with words and in addition

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

So you wanna play with magic

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Imma make this rap go high by magic

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon