This is a song about "Legal grass magician"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

Little do you know i put in pills that are barely legal

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

They all see my life from a childish position

Drake dissin better quit it cause he a magician

I'm a lyrical magician with serial precision

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Tryna make me vanish like they was a magician

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

I'm not stupid or easy but i'm still green as the grass,

Like a magician she along with alcoholism

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Am sick of being stuck for grass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash