This is a song about "Magi"

I need a backyard full court size

I write rhymes, dry and wise

Talking life expectancy, i don't expect ill see twenty three

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

From the discussion of top three

Sort of like socrates in a prada tee

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

I just want to wave a magical wand and be confidant

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

The apache warrior, raps sorcerer no error

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

I'm a rap wizard got skill and i zap with it

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit