This is a song about "Honey if it ain t magic"

Influenced by the album illmatic, nas killed it and i could fell the magic.

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

It ain't havoc or damage, it's magic in an artistic state

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Call that magic, and while these lames at it, wishing that they had it

If haters are like lions be a t rex eating them up before u get ate

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

And they can't see the tragedy

And you blew it up honey

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

If you think what you see on t v's bad