This is a song about "Magic and dreams"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Your fatal attraction's to fables and magic

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

You succeeded when dreams and reality are almost equal

Call that magic, and while these lames at it, wishing that they had it

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And has the magic beans

Malcolm x, by any means

Spread thin between dreams and obligations,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Cause after all the lights and screams

So goodnight and sweet dreams

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets