This is a song about "Internet magic"

You see, the internet is bad for you in every way,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

You internet tough guys are all the same.

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Fuck up opportunities watch them disappear like magic

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Oppose/ enemies with long lost forbidden magic

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Shorty i'm a dog don't handle no broad

Cuz on the internet, you all talk,

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

No it's not satanic, it's magic

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she