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

Hey, must be the money

And you blew it up honey

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

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Manualist, i value my hands with this miraculous magic - only amulets have it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

If only there was a magic potion to destroy this monster i've created

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

If god doesn`t exist then who do i pray to

And for this moment no i won't ditch you