This is a song about "Magic and dreams"

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

They say i'm the one that's in all your nightmares and dreams

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

With scars apon my wrists and razors in my dreams

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Or take my dreams to a spearpoint and lance em

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Within my mind i strive to succeed and drive my dreams

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips