This is a song about "Jon douglas geathers"

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

And it spills somber laughter as reality is lost

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

To their backs and attract the black on black

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Top dropped down, black on black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Aye pitch shift this shit man.